Baldimort and the three hairs.
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Introduction
'Mahahahahahahahaha' cried Baldimort 'my brilliant plan cannot be foiled…not even by you Entrail'
The little man sprawled at the feet of Baldimort shuddered at the high, cold sound of his master's voice.
'Come, my dear Bikini' said Baldimort softly, calling to his beloved pet snake, which slithered up his arm as soon as she had heard her name. 'We have much to do...'
The snake and the still cowering slave stared at their master, puzzled by his words, but they knew better then to ask him what exactly his plan was. Baldimort cackled again- at his servants' foolishness.
'Vengeance shall be mine, Hairy..'
Story
Hairy Potter stared at the mirror; he had a problem, a big problem. He had tried so hard over the last few days to stop it. He had experimented with hair-removing spells, plucking
hairs out, shaving and, on Ronald Greasy's advice, bleaching. Permione was now downstairs in the common room creating her version of a potion which was supposedly going to
'slow down' the process of Hairy's rapid hair growth.
Hairy sighed, he knew it was a silly thing to get upset over. He was still an extremely good-looking person, but there was just SO much hair and –it was unnatural, plus it was not only facial hair.
He had never known his hair to grow this fast, and he was really hoping that Permione's potion would work because he was started to get fed up.
As he descended the stairs, Hairy heard laughter coming from the common room. Downstairs Fred and George, Ron's elder Greasy brothers were mixing unicorn hair and some
other black, sticky substance together-obviously some new prank. Permione was bent over a book, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Ron was lounging lazily by the fire,
making no attempt whatsoever to complete Professor McFolicle's homework, hoping Permione would do it for him later.
As Hairy appeared in the Gryffinfur Common Room, everyone's heads turned to look at him. Most people had gone for their first lessons an others who had free periods were relaxing in the common room and completing homework-or, in Permione's case, making a potion to stunt hair growth.
'Hi, Hairy,' muttered Ron to his best friend.
Hairy said nothing but looked straight at Permione.
She nodded, 'Yes, its done, I think the colour has gone slightly darker than it should have and the-'
'I'm sure its fine' said Hairy hoarsely. 'How much do I take?'
I made a joke calling Voldemort 'Baldimort' and a few of my friends sort of told me to do a story on it...you know who you are!
Just to clarify, Baldimort is NOT causing the hair to grow…but you shall understand all later. Read on!